Not all of my dreams in my journey with God have been fulfilled, not even when they were dedicated to Him.
For example, when my husband Barry first accepted the
pastorate of Mountain View Baptist Church in Tucson, Arizona, the church was
only seven years old—and popping. Our youth building was jammed, kids rooms
overflowed, and our adult classrooms were full. Soon the church was conducting
three Sunday morning worship services and two Sunday schools, all on a small
parcel of five acres of land.
So we prayed, sought the Lord and dreamed of a new dwelling
place. We sent faithful scouts to spy out the land, pooled our money and bought
19 acres for $525,000. In the desert, God was making a way—until something happened that brought things screeching to a halt.
Environmentalists made a case that the land that we’d staked
out served as airspace for an endangered bird. This hot piece of
desert land for which God had moved heaven and earth for us to purchase became a frozen tundra, a sacred airport for the thinning ranks of pygmy
owls presumably circling overhead. We never saw a single one, but we had it on
good authority—the EPA—that they were there, and they stopped our building
plans in their tracks.
Churches are like people; they are dynamic beings. In the ebb and flow of church life that
followed, long after we’d moved on in our journey, the land that Mountain View
Baptist Church dreamed of was finally released
from EPA captivity—but by then the need and desire to move the church had migrated into
something else.
Last year, 12 years after we left Tucson, Mountain View
Baptist Church invited us to celebrate the church’s 25th
anniversary with them. We simultaneously learned that the land into which so many had
poured their prayer, hopes and dreams had been sold, and the proceeds had been designated for much needed renovations to the existing
property, kicking off a new building project.
Barry and I put on our game face and accepted this turn of
events gracefully. But for those of us who remembered the day we bused people over
to prayer-walk the property, wasn’t this, well, too little and much
too late? "Our” piece of property now housed a charter school. It wasn’t at all what we had envisioned.
Until we discovered something else. Just as the Ohio church, a recent plant, that Barry now pastors rents meeting space at a local recreation center, the charter
school on that coveted piece of land also
shares its space with a body of believers—a new church plant. This church is led by young men who had been
teenagers at Mountain View while we were there.
As we celebrated Mountain View’s 25th anniversary
over dinner, sitting to Barry’s left was Chase Delperdang, pastor of
Legacy Community Church of Tucson, which meets on the land that Mountain View
bought—and sold. Chase and Marcos Salazar, who serves as Legacy’s administrator,
are carrying on a legacy in a way that only God could have foreseen … because the legacy is His, not ours.
Years ago we were sure that the desert land that we
purchased was destined to have a church worshipping there. As it turns out, we
were right. About almost everything else, we were wrong. For some, it is proof
that the dream was merely a desert mirage. For us, it’s the glimpse we need to
carry on.
All
these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive
the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers
on earth.~
Hebrews 11:13 NIV.